Hmmm. Talking to Mom for an hour and a half, or finishing my book? I went with talking with Mom, which I'd always do. (I told her the other day she could call in the middle of a Duke game, and she wouldn't ever be interrupting.) So, I'm halfway through Snow Way Out, the first in a mystery series by Christine Husom. The manager of a curio shop that specializes in snow globes finds a snow globe on her shelf, picturing a man on a park bench. After she locks up and walks through the park, she finds a man dead, posed in the same position as the snow globe showed.
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